Where Is Your Sting?

Covered in the recesses
Of life.

I was lost in my mess,
Broken by my blunder,
Hindered by my impediment,
Submerging myself in my adversary.

You lived, You died,
You rose again on high. 

Hands on high,
Worshiping in His mighty name,
I was greeted by Him.

He stood right beside me,
Sharing what I was going through,
Taking me into His almighty presence,
I felt Him, standing right beside me.

Disgrace, shameful, broken,
Exuded when I was with Him.
He knew what He was doing,
He needed to break me,
In order to let me be His love.
He needed to severe those bonds,
To build a greater me, in His eyes.

Have I lo…
I grinned, still having the guts to do so.

He just stood there,
Throughout the worship.
I wonder what He was doing.

I feel empowered.

“Don’t worry.”
He gave me a pat on the back,
I sunk straight into His embrace.

He was still standing beside me.

Death, where is your sting?

His presence was leaving me.
I thanked Him.
For breaking me before it was too late.

He is risen again.
So am I.


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Unstoppable Together
Unstoppable Faith
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人山人海 (二)

Published by zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy. Feelings cloaked as words.

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